So How Did I Meet Your Mom Again?18
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Summary: When the team discovers McKay's future daughter living with their trading partners, the search is on for the mother because his daughter will have to be conceived in 16 months or cease to exist. No pressure, right?
Rating: PG for language.
Warnings: Possibly some adult situations or at least ideas.
Category: Friendship/Romance/Humor
Author note: Okay, I was going to kill Isabella in this chapter, but I've decided to let her live. Enjoy!
If there was one good thing to come out of the 'incident' in Alex's quarters, it was that they were able to talk again. Albeit, still awkwardly and not very often, but talking all the same. Rodney felt like maybe this might be his second chance, but he was determined not to make a move at all. If her problem was commitment, then he'd wait and hope she'd get over it. The best thing he could do, was back off completely and see her only when she sought him out.
So far, it didn't seem to be working. Now they only spoke when they bumped into each other accidentally. More than anything, Rodney wanted to go to her, but it seemed John or Carson was always there when he was feeling weak. It had been nearly two months since that day, and he hadn't spoken to her in amlost 6 days. It was killing him! He hoped she got over her issues quickly because this not being together was driving him insane.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAlex was sipping coffee morosely when someone grabbed her arm and bodily hauled her to a balcony. It was Isabella.
"What do you want?" She asked depressed. She had been sulky and down ever since the night of their second date. I'm doing the right thing, aren't I? she often found herself wondering.
"We need to talk girl." Isabella said seriously.
"About what?" She asked, piteously.
"That attitude for one. And you moping around for another. It's obvious that being away from McKay is making you miserable, so why don't you get back together?"
Alex looked at her in shock. "Don't you remember what you said? About getting our hearts broken?"
Isabella smacked her lightly upside the head. "I said if you weren't going to be serious that you should break it off, not if he makes you really happy that you should break his heart! Look, girl, I know you're scared. None of your past relationships ever worked out well, but it is making you miserable being without him and I know he's just miserable without you. Just kiss and make up already, will you?"
"It's not that simple!" Alex exclaimed, her eyes moist. She brushed at them, "I saw love in his eyes that night. I don't know if I love him yet and I don't want to hurt him more by trying to find out."
Isabella decided to take a different approach with her stupid friend. "You know how it feels like you heart is broken right now?" Alex nodded. "Like it'll never be whole again? Like every guy you ever meet will never compare to McKay?" Alex continued to nod, "Do you remember the way you felt when he walked into a room? Like your day had just gotten better? Or the little touches he was so fond of, the way they made you feel? Do you remember being in his arms when he kissed you and wanting to be nowhere else?" Alex nodded sadly.
Isabella shouted the next part, hoping to get it through her stupid friend's head, "That's love you idiot! You love him with every part of your being! A blind man could see that! Now go find him and make up."
Alex was crying now, "How can you know that it's love?"
Isabella sighed, "Say this with me: I'm in love with Rodney McKay."
"I'm in love with Rodney McKay." Alex said confused. How is this supposed to help?
"Again. With more feeling."
"I'm in love with Rodney McKay."
"Once more, like you really mean it."
"I am in love with Rodney McKay."
"Now, how does that make you feel, saying that?"
Alex paused, thinking. It felt like her chest was going to explode and all the melancholy of the past weeks had disappeared. I am in love with Rodney McKay. Oh God, I love Rodney McKay! She thought joyously. It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had loved him since he challenged her to carry him back. All this time, and I never knew it. Oh, I must have broken poor Rodney's heart!
She turned to Isabella, "What do I do now? He's not going to want to be with me after all I put him through."
"Are you kidding me? If you so much as looked at him the right way, he'd make out with you in front of the whole base. The only person more oblivious to your obvious love is you. You two are so happy together and I know you both love each other, so what's the problem now? I know he'll take you back, all you gotta do is ask."
Alex was so happy at the moment, nothing could have dragged her down. She jumped forward, grabbing Isabella in a huge bear hug. "What would I ever do without you?" she cried.
"Live a lonely life? Now go get your man, you're making me late for my shift."
Alex turned back briefly at the door to look at Isabella. "Thank you. You really are the best friend a girl could ask for." Then she started running off down the hall as Isabella watched her disappear, a satisfied grin on her face.
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Alex ran to Rodney's lab only to discover him missing. The Czech man she had originally thought was Russian directed her the jumper bay. She thanked him while running off.
It seemed to take forever to reach the room and when she did, she was out of breath. She skidded to a stop at the doorway, her shoes making a loud squeaking sound and drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
Apparently, Rodney and Col. Sheppard had been giving a seminar on both flying and repairing the puddle jumpers to the 20 or so scientists and soldiers standing in the room. Every pair of eyes were on her, but all she could see were Rodney's, which had a painfully hopeful look to them at her arrival. A soldier coughed and suddenly she was reminded of just how large of an audience she had attracted. Oh god, is that Weir and Beckett? What are they doing here?
Her face flushed red in embarrassment at what she must have looked like to come flying in there and she gave a quick, "Sorry!" while backing out of the room as fast as she could without running. She made it as far as the control room when she heard running feet behind her. She turned as Rodney nearly ran her down, catching her arms and pulling her close to his chest so she didn't fall. It was strangely reminiscent of the time she tripped off world.
"Were you looking for me?" His chest rumbled.
"Yes." She said, their faces so close she could kiss him.
"I'm assuming from the look on your face that you wanted to tell me something good?" He asked, his voice taking on an almost husky tone as he drew ever nearer.
Now she smiled. She tried to show every bit of love she could in her eyes as she said, "Yes."
Okay. Rodney thought desperately, time to put it all on the line. Either she loves me or she doesn't.
"Alexis Taylor, I love you."
Alex grinned even harder, "I love you too, Rodney."
The look of joy on his face was priceless. He brought his hands up from her arms to either side of her face as he kissed her for all he was worth. Yes! She answered his passionate kiss and he tangled one hand in her hair. When they heard clapping though, they broke off the kiss, while still remaining tightly embraced. Rodney wrapped his arms around her shoulders and gave her a tight hug, his face next to her ear.
Elizabeth looked on with a huge smile on her face as she applauded the two lovers. John and Carson were looking like Christmas had come early and were giving each other high-fives and slaps on the back. It's about time. She thought.They've only got 8 months to go before conception.
Author's Note: Okay, if you are a studious reader, you know that this story hasn't occurred over 8 months, but more like three months. However, I don't want to write forever so we're skipping ahead. I do have a question for you all though. Should I bring Isabel into the story at all? Should Alex find out about her first or remain blissfully unaware of her?